I am here to stay
In your longest dream,
Not as a phantom
But a tiny spark
For the fickle memory.
Fear me not,
I don’t mean to haunt;
Why would I,
For I am the one
You always loved.
Neither will I talk
Nor will I leave.
Listen to my silence,
Understand my gaze.
Absence is my presence.
I am still wet
With the tears you shed
On my humble death.
I saw your moist eyes,
Watery nose,
And hidden sobs
A day before
My mortal body
Was lowered to
A dark dungeon
For last and eternity.
But, yes, I did see
The rains paused
And the Sun beamed
From a hole in the clouds
For 26 seconds,
Glaring my eyes,
Before my entry.
Forgive me please,
For I sneaked into
Your private dream-
Just to be re-mindful
Of my transient
Existence on this Earth.
I am here to stay
In your longest dream.
Great imaginary. A well articulated piece of poetry nicely penned. Thanks for sharing. Please read my poem MANDELA - THE IMMORTAL ICON. ➕9
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I would like to translate this poem
A delightful poem, Dahey. Thank you for sharing Peace